Creative Writing: Mackerel Snapper

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

We were in the car on our way to the Baseball game. It was pretty hot outside, 90 degrees or so. We were going 60 miles an hour down I-55. Dad and I hadn’t really talked until Litchfield, but when traffic completely stopped, we had nothing to do but talk. “So what did you do this week?”Dad asked. Of course it was the summer, so I hadn’t done anything in the past week, so I just

It was late. The moon had risen high and the starry sky brightening up the dark night. Various hex-tech lamps lit up the mostly clear streets of Piltover, and the buildings had their lights off. All, but one.

Hello and welcome to The Vegan Marine! A little about myself, I'm originally from Saginaw, Michigan and lived all over Michigan until deciding to join the U.S. Marine Corps at 19 years old. I spent 4 years in the Marines with 3 deployments to Iraq and then moved to St Petersburg, Florida when I got out of the Marines. My mother had moved to Florida a year after I enlisted and I loved visiting her in Florida. No snow, always sunny and gorgeous with beautiful beaches that have white sand and palm trees! What is not to love?

It was the first time in Lovienthal life that he actually found himself not having been disappointed at the sight of Schumacher and the McAllisters. Usually they were always up to no good, sometimes even with their attentions turned on him, harassing him for amusement. So he had always made a conscious effort at avoiding them. But this time Lovienthal couldn’t think of anybody better to be stuck in the apocalypse with other than these three crazy bastards.

Chipper kissed his world goodbye. Goodbye to Mrs. Larson, the friendly squirrel running Fantasy Pastries who especially loved the chewy things called Gummy Bears. Goodbye to Stacy and Kaylee, the neighbors across the street. Bye to everyone. Bye to sweet, sweet home. Bye to his life. Bye to...Aspolia. This thought sent a chill down Checker’s little body. Down he went, his eyes still on the grand civilization far above him. Down, down, down until...SLAM! Chipper’s tiny body abruptly met the hard surface of the dry earth beneath him as the air escaped his lungs forcefully out between his gritted teeth because of the impact of the rocky soil against his figure. The force of him impacting the ground seemed to have shattered the quiet and peace in Berph. Dust flew everywhere over the dry, dead earth, and Checker, fortunately, was alive, struggling to keep himself from alive from the harsh landing. He inhaled the harsh air around him, eyes closed, body sore. He coughed and sputtered, struggled to stay awake. Then, he fell unconscious.

Summary: Alex had only ever known Michael as the mysterious man who’d protected him from a few bullies, gifting him with a small knife and the promise of teaching Alex to use it, before vanishing. Never to be seen again.

“Okay dad. You got it. We’re only ten minutes away, anyway. So, you’ll never guess who I ran into last week. George Hingman, remember him? That skinny kid from the project that used to stick to you like glue when we were kids? Well, he happened to see Jim and I in the mall a couple of weeks ago. George stopped us to say hi and asked me how you were. About all I said is that you were out in California now, which seemed to disappoint him a lot. It was important to him that I get word to you that he owns a construction business now and has nine guys working for him. All the stuff you taught him came in big time handy. It seems valuable to him that you are proud. Oh, and guess what else?—” She was still updating her dad with everything new that

I Kaylin Otis, made it through the winter at valley forge. It was a harsh winter, most of us had a feeling we weren’t going to survive. A lot of our men have passed away because it was a little ice age. We didn’t have many supplies to support all of us. George washington our general tried and tried to distract us from the misery, but nothing really seemed to work. I tried writing back to my family, but my hands were purple and hard to move. Constantly shivering. I have never been so cold in my entire life. I remember praying several times a day, hoping i would get through this, and i will make it home to my family safely. I was so sad at a time like this, but Marquis De Lafayette keeping everyone’s spirits high. He was one of the richest

I should start with some background information. Hi, Reynold Calaber, at your service. I'm a Junior at Springside High. I’m 17 years old. Springside is a small little town in Texas. We are about 2 minutes from Dallas. My mother, Shanice, works at McDonald's and my father, Marquis, works at Wendy’s. My parents are pretty chill. They let me take their money for the vending machine at school. Everyday I get a pack of skittles to fuel my brain. My sister, Diamond. She is an angel in the form of a human. Let’s cut to the good stuff

They call me a shadow an evil spirit of the dark and the one with no face just because no one ever seen my face trust me my not a bad person my just trying to make my cut in life see I wasn't always this bad I just didn't grow up killing for cash I was trained by the world's most feared assinas they showed me how the shadows we're you friends and how to yours them as cover see my different from every other's assienas I was born with a gift that let me move so fast it look like i vanished and I could feel sound waves which help when my target was behind an object and it could make me feel like time slowed down with this ability I could shoot a sniper and never miss my target at age of eleven I was in the field racking up kills

"Thanks for seeing me, Doctor. Sorry, Heather" Jarrod responded as he brought his gaze back to hers after having surveyed the room, and the view of the city the seventeenth floor location provided. Despite his attraction to the dark side of humanity, and the fact that since puberty the man his foibles, and attraction to the darker side of human nature, this was his first ever visit to a Psychiatrists office. Judging from the furniture and lush surroundings, he came to the conclusion that the profession must be a lucrative one, and Heather MacMillan seemd to be doing okay for herself. If she had to deal with crazies all day, that was probably appropriate.

Hi Sharks. I am Zachary, from Akkad in the Akkadian empire. Akkad is near both the Tigris and Euphrates river, it’s near the Persian gulf, and it is very flat. We are known for the first and the only empire of Sargon the great! Were also known for paying soldiers and hiring governors! I was once a merchant,when I traded goods, it was very hard for me to carry them back from other countries. I always have a sore back from carrying or dragging the goods around. I always thought there could be a solution. And then I had an idea, and the wheel was born!

He pushed me back onto the bed and started to remove my boots. I then felt him kneel down and part my legs. He asked me when I had last shaved my pussy, I answered him right away “last week” I said, and then I realised what I had said. He said “you knew you were coming to Sir and you never freshly shaved your pussy for Sir”. I said in a panic that I don’t actually shave I cream off the hair and I am used to doing that every 3 weeks, can’t do it more often as it would burn my skin. He said that was okay but it would earn me extra punishment. I could hardly breathe, what did he mean I was getting extra punishment, this was supposed to be a demonstration, I wasn’t expecting to be actually punished. He continued the inspection of my pussy, pulling